As a college student, Courtney found it hard to study for her nursing state boards due to all the noise around her. It seemed no matter where she went, noise followed her. Dorms were out due to the many late night parties, court yard was out due to everyone playing around, and the coffee house on campus was the hang out, couldn't study there either. After almost giving up, she recalled a certain professor offering his home off campus for students to study. He explained it was quiet and he could retreat to his office if they wanted to study alone or he could help if needed. Courtney never considered the offer since it seemed unprofessional. Actually, that's a lie. She never considered going because she was very attracted to her teacher but would never act upon it. Plus, how would he help? He knew very little of her major. Well, he could always retreat to his office as he said and she could finally study in peace. Courtney looked online for the campus directory for his number and texted him.
"Hey, This is Courtney, I was wondering if I could take you up on your offer to allow students to study at your home. I have been trying to study but campus is distracting. Could I visit tonight and study for a few hours?"
There, she texted him. The worst he could say is no and she would be back at square one. Her phone vibrated and lit up. He replied to her already.
"Hello, Courtney. Yes, you can use my home to study. There is a key taped under the mat in front of the door. I won't be home until late, but you are more than welcome to study for as long as you like."
Courtney smiled and sighed in relief. She could finally sit down and study for a few hours.
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At 5pm, classes had finished for the day, Courtney made her way to her professors house. As promised there was a key under the floor mat, she removed it and let herself into his house.
She placed her stuff on his dining room table which sat 6 and was open to the living room where she found a small suede couch facing a large television with many gaming systems hooked to it. Courtney decided to spread her stuff out on the dining table and began to study.
She studied for a few hours before moving to the couch for comfort. She sat cross legged and placing her book in her lap to hold down her skirt which began to ride up. She didn't want her professor showing up and finding her exposed. Her mind drifted a little to what would happen if he did come home and she was slightly exposed, wondering what he would do. Would he try and make a move, tell her she is exposed while turning away, or ignore it as if there was nothing to see. Courtney decided what the hell and pull her skirt up a bit, not enough to expose much, but enough to be comfortable and maybe give him a peek.
Time passed before she heard the front door behind her open, letting in fresh air from outside. She turned to see her professor smile and greet her. She said hello in return. He made his way to his table and dropped his work bag before moving to his kitchen. Courtney quickly fixed her skirt to cover up, feeling a little silly at the thought of him doing anything. While he was hot as hell, there was no way he would be interested in her, there were far more attractive girls on campus for him to check out. She decided to mind her own business and continued to study.
Her professor must have had a routine when he got home each night because he grabbed a drink from the fridge and disappeared down a hallway that appeared to lead to his room and shut the door. Courtney imagined him changing into more comfortable clothes and warmed at the thought of him without a shirt. She smiled to herself and tried to focus on her book when she heard the bedroom door reopen and he came out in loose jeans and a t-shirt. He looked good outside of the slacks and button up shirts he wears for teaching.
Her professor sat next to her and peered over at her. At first, Courtney thought he was looking down her shirt, which was a button up top but the first few buttons were undone, giving him and others more to see whenever she wore it. He pointed at her book, causing her to realize he was reading her study material, not her.
"What are you studying?" He asked.